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some_stars) wrote2011-01-04 03:51 am
some_stars) wrote2011-01-04 03:51 am
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1467 words tonight, done with the scene, and for future reference that comes out to 3 dialogue-heavy pages. 4280 words total so far and eight scenes left--only two of which are short, and three or possibly four of which are LONG. This is the pregnancy-scare fic, which will need a proper title at some point.
--oh man, I love when I make myself laugh at my own jokes :D Screw it, I know none of you read/know/don't hate Glee AND FOR VERY GOOD REASON, but I'm excerpting this just to entertain myself. (even if it is a first draft.)
[everyone is drunk, Kurt and Rachel are drunkenly commiserating over their recently-ended relationships and therefore their current lack of getting any]
Rachel sighed. "I really miss sex, though."
"I know," Kurt said.
There was a sudden commotion from the videogames area. Kurt looked over and saw Finn and Sam grab onto Brittany's arms as she lunged towards the couch.
"Whoa," Sam said. "Whoa, uh, that's not--"
"Not a good idea," Finn said. "Really not, Brit." He glanced around the room. "Santana? Crap, where'd she go?"
Brittany tugged against the guys' hold on her. "I can help them!" she wailed.
"Why does she not understand gay?" Sam hissed.
Finn shifted awkwardly. "Uh. We should probably let Kurt tell you that story oh shit."
Brittany had taken advantage of his distraction to slip free. With her newfound leverage, it took about half a second for her to put Sam on the floor with a kick-ass karate flip, and a half-second after that--Kurt flinched, but wouldn't have had time to move even if his reflexes hadn't been shot--she was on top of them.
(fyi rachel totally goes for it)
--oh man, I love when I make myself laugh at my own jokes :D Screw it, I know none of you read/know/don't hate Glee AND FOR VERY GOOD REASON, but I'm excerpting this just to entertain myself. (even if it is a first draft.)
[everyone is drunk, Kurt and Rachel are drunkenly commiserating over their recently-ended relationships and therefore their current lack of getting any]
Rachel sighed. "I really miss sex, though."
"I know," Kurt said.
There was a sudden commotion from the videogames area. Kurt looked over and saw Finn and Sam grab onto Brittany's arms as she lunged towards the couch.
"Whoa," Sam said. "Whoa, uh, that's not--"
"Not a good idea," Finn said. "Really not, Brit." He glanced around the room. "Santana? Crap, where'd she go?"
Brittany tugged against the guys' hold on her. "I can help them!" she wailed.
"Why does she not understand gay?" Sam hissed.
Finn shifted awkwardly. "Uh. We should probably let Kurt tell you that story oh shit."
Brittany had taken advantage of his distraction to slip free. With her newfound leverage, it took about half a second for her to put Sam on the floor with a kick-ass karate flip, and a half-second after that--Kurt flinched, but wouldn't have had time to move even if his reflexes hadn't been shot--she was on top of them.
(fyi rachel totally goes for it)